Realization

I am me, I will always be
From the cradle to the grave
I may make some changes
As the world demands of me

Into shapes that never fit
Just to see a single smile
Is being dishonest, or worse
But I can bear it for a little bit

True nature is all we are
Trust in which we are born
Games only color the truth
Pretending only goes so far

Stoic Poetry

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